What is it that stirs underground? What lives in darkness yet responds to the call of slowly lengthening days? Life begins in darkness. But somehow, instinctively the sap knows when to flow. A day of surprising warmth and the bees fly, tentatively, cleaning out their hive. Tree buds may consider swelling. Tiny hardy green shoots may burst through the soil surface. What is it in you, in me that stretches into the darkness and considers waking? What is it that cracks open the shell of the seed? Puts out its first strong yet tentative root, reaching yet deeper into darkness. Might it be a blind hope of nurture? And yet, if you were that rootlet, be you nut or weed or flower or over-wintered vegetable carelessly dropped at harvest time, nurture is what you are likely to find. For deep in the richness of soil lies everything needed to begin your journey towards growth. And so it is with us humans. Change may begin very q
M.Ed., Counsellor, Spiritual Mentor, Teacher, Ritualist, Facilitator of Writing Circles